Meenas PoemsLike to live alone
with thoughts of my own.
Like to live exclusive
wish not to have any inclusive
Like to live quiet
apart from the bustle and riot.
Like to live in a place up
far away from the hubbub.
Like to live unnoticed
well into the shell reticent.
Like to live on a hill
where everything is still.
Like to be myself
wish not to ape any self.
These be my rewards and faults
Well, I live by
default.
With the darkness around
being impenetrable and dense
light is a rarity not to be tracked
negotiating the way through
signals fear and strife
yet it is an adventure to cross
the sea of darkness
that be in life and death
all simultaneously in a stroke
one who wins in life
loses himself in death
could be the other way round
as life and death are correlated
The day is beautiful
intermittent showers
the demure sunlight
a cool breeze enthrall
all set to entice
I hear a music
comes not from anywhere
but from myself
a song of my life
hums in my ears
the notes go up and down
expressing the joy with a gusto
intimating the sadness with a feel
synchronising the glory in cheer
reflecting on the losses in grim
the high intonations with melody
merge with the low notations softly
the song goes on for hours
my eyes become moist
wiping them gently
I stare in front of me
the greenery bewitches
the bare trees devastate.
Life is a comedy, you say
I differ from you anyway
it is a tragedy the old man refers
I have to the most defer
What is it? you query
I answer in a reverie.
it is neither this or that
but a combination intact.
You look at me curious
and cast a look dubious.
I smile at you lively
reply to you happily.
Life is joyful in youth
cheer it is in all truth.
It turns sad as years advance
sour it becomes by all chance
Life is heterogeneous.
Do I sound like a genius?
Not at all, in all possibility.
Never am I so, in the eventuality.
The road so broad and long
looked very huge and strong
stood at an end in awe
most apprehensive with a tremble.
Halted for a time there
eyes went almost bare
feared to go ahead though
with one foot on the road.
The dilemma surged in a rave
across to the other side brave
contemplated awhile in fear.
en suite rushed across the lane.
The heart jumped from within
got caught in the midway din
cars honked on either side mad
feet trembled in a distinct shiver sad.
The drivers shouted in bridling anger
cursed me in a note of stammer
scared I made way to the opposite
unmindful of the swear and scream.
This way it could be an instance
the road is a semblance
of life in a wholesome pretence
this being an appraisal of a defence.
As such cross of the road is easy
be it accompanied by anything not dizzy
so much so with the life characteristic
be it engrossed with a serious outlook.
The midsummer dream
of sunshine and pleasure
induces one to take leisure
as it is a season of treasure
great and clear of nature
bounteous in its fruitfulness
caressing in its expansiveness
weather of sensitive exuberance
where growth is in predominance
while life enjoys a reverberation
be that one of great exaltation
trade and transaction are buoyant
cheer and spright are flamboyant
a season so nice and cordial
though one has to go through an ordeal
of hard work and strain in diligence
yet a respite in general and in advance
as the fall and winter come forth
which provokes one to a loathe
as the snow and cold knock one down
and the brows knit in a frown.
Tired is the world
No life in the eyes
That sees around,
The street I crossed through
seemed to bustle all true
shops of all kinds on either side
engaged in business of every kind
a hair dresser in a corner
a druggist next to him
could see a physician dispensing
the wholesaler very busy is in between
the grocer squeezed in an end
beside him is
the mechanic
actively engrossed in his work
opposite to him is a house
with children playing
by the house there is a canal
through which all the sewage runs
dusty and polluted the street looks
yet life moves about in speed
Well! a street in itself is a world
The day passes
with no trespasses
the weeks cross
with no flaws
the months fly
with nothing to try
the years roll
all in a whole
the life extends
with lot of distend
the life moves
under a secured roof
the life folds
finally nothing to hold.
The exaltation and constriction
at the same time with a proposition
in astrology and in life 
profess a distribution
bring a cheer curtailed
an equilibrium instilled
nothing that overwhelms
nothing that plunges
this be the status in a drill
a little of that in frill
a little of the other in full
there is the balance in all
goes so without a fall.
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